Transmigrating Into A Sadistic Novel And Becoming A Master Of Painting Rosy Pictures - Chapter 25

Shang Qinghui’s silver ankle ornaments, along with the silk rings around her ankles, exuded an exotic charm.

Her fingers were like jade, round, cute, and slightly pink, adding a touch of purity to her allure.

The casual way she held her shoes made her look very relaxed.

Bian Yingning stopped, straightening the chair she had kicked: “I want to tell you something.”

Leaning against the doorframe, perhaps because of her successful performance, Shang Qinghui seemed patient: “Go ahead.”

Bian Yingning’s gaze fell on Shang Qinghui’s feet, looking at them repeatedly.

The system’s products were exquisite; even the accessories were beautiful.

“Why don’t you put your shoes on first?”

“…You care about me?” Shang Qinghui tilted her head, seeming thoughtful.

Bian Yingning frowned: “Don’t you think it’s unsanitary? Think about the floor; countless people have stepped on it; they might have been to many places, maybe even the restroom, and stepped in…”

Slap—

Before Bian Yingning finished, Shang Qinghui dropped her shoes on the floor, leaned against the door, bent down, removed the ankle ornaments, and put on her shoes.

“What is it?” Compared to her previous composure, Shang Qinghui’s tone was colder after putting on her shoes.

Bian Yingning guessed that perhaps the lack of cool floor made her irritable again?

Women shouldn’t get angry easily; maintaining a good mood leads to longevity.

Without dwelling on this, Bian Yingning took the dress from the chair back and unfolded it to show Shang Qinghui.

“Come and see… the milk tea I bought was all fruit tea; the one I gave you was grape. But the stains on your dress are from something like caramel milk tea, Hong Kong-style milk tea, or cappuccino.”

Shang Qinghui remembered Bian Yingning’s last words; after her performance, she went back to the makeup room instead of contacting her friends.

She saw Bian Yingning kicking chairs and throwing a dress, knowing it was related to her.

Shang Qinghui approached; as Bian Yingning said, there were large yellowish stains on the dress, smelling strongly of milk.

“Look at this corner; this is what it looks like after I poured my milk tea on it; the color is wrong, isn’t it?”

Shang Qinghui pursed her lips and nodded.

Bian Yingning showed her the order she placed for the milk tea: “Look, I only ordered fruit tea.”

Shang Qinghui didn’t look at the phone; she looked into Bian Yingning’s eyes: “Then why did you come to me, telling me not to worry so much about first place?”

Bian Yingning looked away nervously: “Why else? I was afraid you’d be upset if you didn’t win first place and take it out on someone.”

…

Her heart felt a slight flutter.

“In your mind, I’m that kind of person?” Shang Qinghui asked, looking uneasy.

What does she mean taking it out on someone? She was afraid she wouldn’t win first place… and be sad.

Bian Yingning was shocked: “Don’t you know yourself? You look in the mirror so many times a day, yet you have no self-awareness?”

“…”

If you can’t speak nice things, just shut up.

“Then who did you give that fruit tea to?” For some reason, Shang Qinghui suddenly wanted to know the answer.

Bian Yingning didn’t react to the inconsistency between her milk tea and the stains on the dress; why didn’t she explain, why didn’t she reveal where the milk tea went?

Was she… protecting someone?

“Didn’t I say I threw it away?” Bian Yingning avoided Shang Qinghui’s gaze, pretending to tidy the dress.

“Then tell me where you threw it,” Shang Qinghui grabbed the dress, checked the trash can, confirming there was no milk tea, then threw the dress in.

Bian Yingning was too late to stop her: “Tsk, you’re throwing away such an expensive dress? You can wash it.”

Shang Qinghui sneered: “You threw away a whole cup of milk tea without drinking it.”

“…”

“Tell me, where did you throw it?” Shang Qinghui continued to press.

Bian Yingning looked around: “In the trash can outside.”

“Come on, tell me which trash can,” Shang Qinghui said, going out first.

Bian Yingning didn’t move.

Shang Qinghui turned back: “Let’s go.”

“You didn’t want it; it’s none of your business where I threw it!” Even rabbits bite when cornered; she was annoyed by the questioning!

“Because I regret it now and want to find it.”

“It’s in the trash can, what’s the point? You can’t drink it anymore?”

Shang Qinghui nodded: “I can. If I find the milk tea in the trash can, I’ll drink it right here.”

Shang Qinghui was certain, Bian Yingning was hiding something; the milk tea was given to someone, she said she threw it away to prevent suspicion, she was protecting someone.

If she wasn’t wrong, there was only one person Bian Yingning was close to and needed to protect.

Ji Xiaoxue.

Heh, she wanted to see how long she could hold out.

Bian Yingning: …It didn’t have to be like this.

“What? Are you lying to me?” Shang Qinghui’s eyes stared intently at Bian Yingning.

Under her gaze, Bian Yingning felt exposed.

“I…”

“I remember a trash can near my makeup room, did you throw it there?”

…Bian Yingning was speechless, looking at the ceiling, trying not to cry.

“Hurry up; don’t waste time,” Shang Qinghui urged, a mischievous look in her eyes.

Bian Yingning could only follow. If she suddenly said she gave it to someone, it would be embarrassing.

She’d say the milk tea was probably taken by a cleaning lady.

Brilliant.

Shang Qinghui walked ahead; Bian Yingning followed slowly.

Passing Shang Qinghui’s makeup room, they reached the trash can near the restroom; Shang Qinghui watched Bian Yingning, expecting her to stop, but she looked defiant.

Shang Qinghui opened the trash can to see what she would say.

As expected, the trash can was mostly empty.

The area wasn’t frequently used; cleaning staff cleaned it twice a day; there were mostly used tissues and food wrappers.

The large cup of grape milk tea, with its sleeve and straw, was clearly visible.

Seeing the milk tea, Bian Yingning and Shang Qinghui were stunned.

Bian Yingning quickly reacted, coughing and urging, “What are you waiting for? Pick it up!”

Shang Qinghui: “…”

She wanted to close the trash can, but Bian Yingning stopped her.

It was her turn to have the upper hand.

Thanks to the female lead for not drinking her milk tea!

Bian Yingning threw open the trash can lid, the lid clattering to the ground. She leaned close to Shang Qinghui, whispering, “You said something earlier, you haven’t forgotten, have you?”

Shang Qinghui was flustered, biting her lip, trying to be stubborn: “How… how do you know this is your milk tea?”

“Take a sip and taste it,” Bian Yingning smirked, her joy evident.

Look at this spoiled young lady’s flustered expression; it’s so satisfying.

Shang Qinghui held the ankle ornament; they were so close, their body heat transferring, making them feel flustered.

“Bian Yingning, don’t push it!” Shang Qinghui shouted, trying to appear strong.

But as soon as she spoke, Bian Yingning pinched her cheek.

Her already chubby cheeks became even rounder, making one want to knead them; her red lips were slightly parted.

Bian Yingning’s smile seemed mischievous to Shang Qinghui.

“Pushing it? I’m pushing it? Am I the one pushing it? You slapped me without asking questions, aggressively questioning me about the milk tea, who’s really pushing things here?”

Bian Yingning’s smile faded, replaced by a gloomy expression.

“I didn’t hold a grudge; I prepared a dress for you, helped you find the truth, I think I’m incredibly patient, if I die, I’ll probably leave behind relics.”

“Shang Qinghui, before you criticize others, think about yourself, don’t be so hypocritical.

You’re not a child anymore; you’re an adult; stop being childish. Even if you’re a princess now, if the Shang family falls, you’re nothing.”

In the original story, Nangong Jin, leading the Nangong family, rose from the bottom to become the top, conquering his world and monopolizing the national economy.

The Shang and Hua families suffered heavy losses; the Shang family was ruined.

Shang Qinghui, even as a princess, became like a rat on the street.

Bian Yingning’s tone became heavier as she spoke.

Shang Qinghui in the original story was a love-brained fool; for a man, she lost herself, only seeking love, becoming a stepping stone for the male lead to destroy the families.

Shang Qinghui’s face turned pale; the blush couldn’t hide her expression.

She was right.

She had been furious without knowing the truth; she was terrible.

She had helped me so much.

Yet I had always suspected her motives.

Although she knew she was wrong, Shang Qinghui just couldn’t bring herself to say the words of apology

Bian Yingning released her, she didn’t expect the proud princess to apologize anyway.

“Don’t overthink it, I didn’t do this for any benefit, I just wanted peace of mind,” Bian Yingning said, turning to leave.

Shang Qinghui grabbed her.

Bian Yingning looked sideways.

Neither of them spoke.

Then Shang Qinghui bent down, slowly picking up the milk tea from the trash can and taking out the straw.

A popping sound as the straw pierced the seal.